Chapter 3

On a weekend morning, I stood in front of the Foster residence, carrying a box of lemon bars—Sophia's favorite. Ever since that night at the party, I'd blocked every way Edward could reach me, but when it came to Sophia's invitation, I just couldn't refuse.

The door flew open just as the bell chimed.

Sophia grabbed me and pulled me inside, her eyes red. "Emma, thank goodness you're here."

I blinked, caught off guard. "Sophia, what happened?"

She squeezed my hand and steered me into the living room, dropping her voice low. "Edward went totally off the rails last night,…